In the wind and snow, Su Zimo sprinted in the direction of Cang Lang Mountain Range. He walked faster and faster. His eyes were clear and determined.
Su Zimo did not close his eyes for the past half a month.
In addition to the fierce battle in the capital, Su Zimo was physically and mentally exhausted. Even though he had the essence of the Scarlet Flame Fruit in his body, the mental fatigue was hard to dispel.
The next battle would be the true test for him.
A test of life and death!
If Su Zimo was an ordinary Qi Refinement Warrior, he would definitely die.
However, Su Zimo cultivated The Mystic Classic of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness. He had a chance of winning.
Die Yue's words kept echoing in Su Zimo's mind.
"Demonic cultivators can easily kill opponents of a higher level. Although your current ability is far inferior to that of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, if you can get close to him, you will still have a chance to kill him on the spot! "
Close combat ability was Su Zimo's greatest reliance.
However, the most difficult thing was that the Joyful Clan cultivators had already experienced his close combat ability. They would take precautions in advance and would definitely not give him too many chances!
And Su Zimo knew nothing about the means of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.
Was it just controlling spirit weapons?
He was afraid that it was not that simple.
Su Zimo sprinted at full speed and arrived at Cang Lang Mountain Range in no time.
Cultivators were different from ordinary people when they traveled. They flew in the air. If they wanted to reach Ping Yang Town at the fastest speed and the shortest distance, they would definitely pass by the sky above Cang Lang Mountain Range.
Su Zimo wanted to wait here and kill the Joyful Clan cultivators!
Back at Cang Lang Mountain Range, Su Zimo felt an indescribable sense of familiarity.
This was his main battlefield!
After finding a towering ancient tree, Su Zimo used both his hands and feet to climb up quickly. He was even more agile than an ape.
At a high point, he could detect suspicious movements immediately and take the initiative.
In this battle, Su Zimo had to consider every detail carefully. Only then could he possibly reverse the situation and fight for a chance of survival!
Su Zimo sat on the ancient tree with the Cold Moon Saber in front of his knees. He held the Sanguine Crystal Bow in his hand and closed his eyes.
This was his last chance to rest.
The snow was getting heavier and heavier.
They fluttered about, covering the sky and the earth.
The Cang Lang Mountain Range seemed to be covered with a layer of pure white gauze. It was crystal clear and beautiful.
The Sanguine Crystal Bow and the Cold Moon Saber were covered in snowflakes. Their original appearances could no longer be seen.
As Su Zimo rested, he circulated The Mystic Classic of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness' breathing and expiration method. His body was boiling and white steam was rising from the top of his head.
Although Su Zimo's body was hot, his heart was getting colder and colder. His entire being emitted a piercingly cold murderous intent that permeated every corner of the Cang Lang Mountain Range.
Suddenly!
Su Zimo opened his eyes and looked into the distance.
In the distant forest, a flock of birds seemed to have been frightened by something. They flapped their wings and soared into the sky, emitting hurried cries.
Here it comes!
At this point in time, only two hours had passed since Su Zimo arrived at the Cang Lang Mountain Range!
Su Zimo's figure moved. He slid down from the ancient tree and landed quietly on the snowy ground. He took out the remaining five sharp arrows in the quiver, placed all of them on the bowstring and headed in that direction stealthily.
…
The spirit boat was the most common flying spirit weapon in the cultivation world. Its advantage was that it was stable and fast. Moreover, it could carry many people.
Just a while ago, a spirit boat from the Joyful Clan entered the sky above the Cang Lang Mountain Range and traveled at high speed.
There were about a hundred people on the spirit boat. Most of them were Level Eight, Level Nine or even Perfected Qi Refinement Warriors. The five people in the lead were the elders of the Joyful Clan. Four of them were at the early-stage Foundation Establishment Realm while the last one was at the mid-stage Foundation Establishment Realm.
In the Joyful Clan, one could only be conferred the title of an elder after becoming a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator.
This time, in order to hunt down Su Zimo, the Joyful Clan had mobilized almost half of their forces. It was evident that the Joyful Clan attached great importance to this matter.
If the opponent was a cultivator, even if it was a Qi Refinement Warrior, the Joyful Clan would also have some reservations. They were afraid that they would provoke the power of the sect behind the cultivator.
After all, the Joyful Clan was only a small sect. Otherwise, it would not have attached itself to the Country of Yan, which was one of the vassal states.
However, Su Zimo was only a mortal. Did he think that he could provoke the cultivation sects just because he had a strong physical body and knew some martial arts?
If Su Zimo did not die and if the Su family did not perish, the Joyful Clan would become the laughing stock of the cultivation world in the future.
"Elder Chen, this Su Zimo's close combat skills are a little frightening. We don't dare to go forward at all. Elder, you have to be careful too. Don't let him get close to you." A Qi Refinement Warrior by the side smiled in a flattering manner, wanting to remind him out of goodwill.
Unexpectedly, Elder Chen's face darkened. He snorted softly and said, "How can a Qi Refinement Warrior be the same as a Foundation Establishment Cultivator? Do we need you to remind us? "
Another elder sneered and said, "Not to mention that Su Zimo is in front of us, there is no way he can get close to us. Even if he gets close to us, he can't hurt us! “
"Yes, yes, yes. Elder Gao is right." That Qi Refinement Warrior looked embarrassed and smiled apologetically.
This Qi Refinement Warrior seemed to have thought of something. He looked hesitant and wanted to say something but stopped.
"Just say what you want to say," the only mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator said lightly.
This Qi Refinement Warrior looked horrified and seemed to have a lingering fear. He said, "Elder Qian, this lad has a blood-colored big bow. The arrow that he shoots is very powerful and fast. Although the accuracy is a little bad, if the distance is close, the lethality is also very terrifying. Elders, you have to be careful."
"Haha."
Elder Qian smiled. A trace of mockery flashed past his eyes, but he did not say anything.
Elder Gao, on the other hand, laughed loudly and said, "You are a bunch of good-for-nothings. As Qi Refinement Warriors, you are actually so frightened by a mortal's bow and arrow. You have really embarrassed the sect. When we meet this lad later, let him shoot an arrow. See how I destroy this lad's sharp arrow! "
Just as Elder Gao's laughter died down, a figure suddenly flashed out from behind an ancient tree not far in front of the spirit boat. He was holding a blood-colored big bow.
The bow was like a full moon and the arrow was already on the string.
"Oh? There is a murderous aura! "
Elder Qian was originally sitting cross-legged on the spirit boat. Suddenly, he was shocked. He slapped his storage bag and a talisman fell into his palm. He crushed it directly and shouted at the same time, "Be careful!"
"Swoosh!"
The sound of sharp arrows piercing through the air could be heard.
Five sharp arrows flashed with cold light. Almost instantly, they had already shot in front of the many cultivators from Joyful Clan.
The five Joyful Clan elders were the first to bear the brunt.
Elder Chen's reaction was extremely fast. Almost at the same time when Elder Qian crushed the talisman, he also crushed a talisman. A layer of shining light shield appeared on his body.
The other two elders directly took out their flying swords and placed them in front of them.
Elder Gao was the only one who was laughing wantonly. His reaction was slightly slower and there was a trace of astonishment in his eyes.
The cold light grew bigger and bigger in Elder Gao's eyes.
Poof!
A jet of black light entered his chest directly and came out through his body. Blood splattered on Elder Gao's body!
Although this arrow did not hit his heart, the terrifying power that the sharp arrow carried instantly tore open the wound and destroyed all the vitality in Elder Gao's body!
Elder Gao stood motionless on the spirit boat. Blood was gushing out from his chest and mouth. There was some confusion and regret in his eyes. He murmured softly, "What a fast … arrow …"
A Foundation Establishment Cultivator, dead!
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